653) "Show business," and old Hollywood saw has it, "is high school with money."
Neal Karlen "What Hollywood Doesn't Know About Money" Sunday New York Times Arts & Leisure Section (2/5/95)
[Note: cf. Vonnegut #963]
654) You know, all Manny wanted at the end was a piece of cake. "Honey, give me a nice piece of cake." "Waddaya crazy? Cake'll kill you." Sometimes, now, I want a frankfurter with relish. I think about that. I shoulda given him that damn piece of cake.
Ain Gordon & David Gordon The Family Business (play, 1993)
655) There is an old Jewish joke about a teacher who takes her class to the zoo and instructs her pupils to write a composition about the elephant.
The Protestant child writes a paper called "The Elephants are Our Friends." The Catholic child writes "The Elephant and Her Babies" and the Jewish child writes "The Elephant and the Jewish Problem."
Ari L. Goldman "The Sacred Texts: Torah. Talmud. Contract?" Sunday New York Times Week In Review (1/8/95)
656) We Bokonists believe that humanity is organized into teams, teams that do God's Will without ever discovering what they are doing. Such a team is called a karass by Bokonon [...]
"If you find your life tangled up with somebody else's life for no very logical reasons," writes Bokonon, "that person may be a member of your karass."
At another point in The Books of Bokonon he tells us, "man created the checkerboard; God created the karass." By that he means that a karass ignores national, institutional, occupational, familial, and class boundaries.
It is as free form as an amoeba.
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. Cat's Cradle (1963)
657) Hazel's obsession with Hoosiers around the world was a textbook example of a false karass, of a seeming team that was meaningless in terms of the ways God gets things done, a textbook example of what Bokonon calls a granfalloon. Other examples are the Communist party, the Daughters of the American Revolution, the General Electric Company, the International Order of Odd Fellows - and any nation, anytime, anywhere.
As Bokonon invites us to sing along with him:
If you wish to study a granfalloon Just remove the skin of a toy balloon.
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. Cat's Cradle (1963)
658) Nothing is this book is true. "Live by the foma [harmless untruths] that make you brave and kind and healthy and happy."
The Books of Bokonon 1:5
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. epigram in dedication to Cat's Cradle (1963)
659) Everything you know is wrong.
Firesign Theatre (Phil Austin, Peter Bergman, David Ossman and Philip Proctor) title of record album (1974)
Note: "3089/898" is the designation I've given to the project of posting all my collected quotes, excerpts and ideas (3089 of them) in the remaining days of the Bush administration (of which there were 898 left when I began). As of today, there are 693 days remaining in the administration of the worst American President ever.
hostile to science
lacking in empathy
lacking in public spirit
out of control
Thanks to: Breeze, Chuck, Ivan Raikov, Kaiju, Kathy, Roger, Shirley, S.M. Dixon
i've got a little list...
Steven Abrams (Kansas BofE)
Howard Fieldstead Ahmanson
Roger Ailes (FNC)
Alan Bonsell (Dover BofE)
Bill Buckingham (Dover BofE)
George W. Bush
Bruce Chapman (DI)
The Coors Family
William A. Dembski
Leonard Downie (WaPo)
John Gibson (FNC)
Fred Hiatt (WaPo)
James F. Inhofe
Philip E. Johnson
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Stephen C. Meyer (DI)
Judith Miller (ex-NYT)
Sun Myung Moon
Elspeth Reeve (TNR)
Martin Peretz (TNR)
Richard Mellon Scaife
Susan Schmidt (WaPo)
John Solomon (WaPo)
Richard Thompson (TMLC)
Bob Woodward (WaPo)
All the fine sites I've
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Arthur C. Clarke
Daniel C. Dennett
Philip K. Dick
Stephen Jay Gould
"The Harder They Come"
Ursula K. LeGuin
The Marx Brothers
Michael C. Penta
Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger
"The Red Shoes"
"Singin' in the Rain"
Talking Heads/David Byrne
Hunter S. Thompson
"2001: A Space Odyssey"
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